That pretty much set the tone for our entire ride. We walked for a solid fifteen minutes working on a plethora of things--things Bobby really had no interest in participating in.
Bobby: I think I heard a noise.
Me: No you didn't. Keep moving.
Bobby: Oh, okay.
Me: No, keep moving faster than a sloth, Bobby.
Two seconds later...
Bobby: PRETTY SURE I JUST HEARD A NOISE.
Me: Put your fucking head on straight before I let you hear the noise of me ending your life.
Five minutes later...
Me: Bobby, why are you incapable of keeping the contact when I ask you to walk off from a halt?
Bobby: Wait, what?
Me: This. This is what I want, Bobby!!!!
Bobby: Ohhhh. Got it.
Two minutes later....
Bobby: I call this move the spinning giraffe on ice skates.
Me: All I wanted was a quarter turn on the forehand.
Bobby: Weeeeee!!! Look! I'm still spinnning!!
His trot was moderately more cooperative, so I decided to end with a run through of Novice A in sitting trot. Not because it's difficult, but because it's more fun. And it looks prettier. Bobby hasn't cantered in nearly two weeks and the first 20m circle was a bit of a rodeo. Plus, it was obviously his cue we should be cantering nonstop for the rest of the ride.
Bobby: Canter? Why not gaaallopp!! Trot? How about.... gaaallopp!! Across the diagnol? How about.... wait, hold on. My front and back ends just went opposite directions. Alright, better now. Gaaallopp!! Down the centerline? Gaall-- No, time out. I like going down the centerline.
And then he had a fancy prance and ended on a 10 halt.
His foot isn't a hundred percent healed, but it's clearly not bothering him any longer. Hopefully sassy pants will get a real workout this weekend.